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If all my enemies threw a party
Would you light the candles
Would you drink the wine
While watching television
Watch the animals
All the tragedies
Sell your arteries
And buy my casket gown
It better be black
It better be tight
It better be just my size
I'm stalking these metro malls
And airport halls
And all these schoolgirls say
I'm not asking
You're not telling
He's not dead he only looks that
Way out nowhere
Take me out there
Far away and save me from my
Self destruction
Hopeless for ya
Sing a song for California
I buy my enemies rope to hang me
And the knives to gang me
You can watch them stab me
On your television
Stalk the halls
Because the bathroom walls
Would have a lot to say
About the lines youre putting down
It better be white
It better be cut
It better be just my size
Until my capillaries burst from boredom
I'll be waiting
I'm not laughing
You're not joking
I'm not dead, I only dress that
Way out nowhere
Take me out there
Far away and save me from my
Self destruction
Hopeless for ya
Sing a song for California
Wherever you are
Wherever you are
Whoever you are
Whoever you are
we got the bomb we got the bomb lets go
we got the bomb we got the bomb lets go
Way out nowhere
Take me out there
Far away and save me from my
Self destruction
Hopeless for ya
Say a prayer for California
We got the bomb

“Tomorrow's Money” Lyrics

Fell in love with a vampire
You want to get it for free
Say hello to the brush fire
You want to take it from me
I'm gonna take it from you
Say hello to the good times
Burning up in the sun
You're sitting back on an empire
While the world lays back
Puts a kid behind that gun
If we crash this time
They got machines to keep us alive
When the mixtape lies
Choke down the words with no meaning
I stopped bleeding 3 years ago
While you keep screaming for revolution
Me and my surgeons and my street walking friends
We got no heroes cuz our heroes are dead
Say hello to the program
They're gonna give it for free
Hook up the vein to the antibodies
And cut it with the disease
I'm gonna give it to you
Put on your smile for the good times
You're loaded up with the fame
You're dressing up like a virus
But the words get lost when we all look the same
If we crash this time
They got machines to keep us alive
When the mixtape lies
Choke down the words with no meaning
I stopped bleeding 3 years ago
While you keep screaming for revolution
Me and my surgeons and my street walking friends
We got no heroes cuz our heroes are dead
You fell in love with a vampire
A torch-song for the empire
So say hello to the brush-fire
The microphones got a tap-wire
If we crash this time
They got machines to keep us alive
While the army wives
Choke down a war with no meaning
I stopped bleeding 3 years ago
While you keep screaming for revolution
Because rebellions not a t-shirt you sell
You keep your money and I'll see you in hell

Number One will be released tomorrow via digital retailers like iTunes and Amazon. You can order the vinyl edition of Number One in the official My Chemical Romance Online Store now.